James Tiberius Kirk was not going to be ignored. He sat on his bed, his back to the wall, staring at his new college roommate. The blonde felt his patience being tested. He'd been there for ten minutes and the black haired kid still hadn't acknowledged his presence! Impatiently, he cleared his throat, waiting for his roommate to turn around and at the very least say he knew Jim was there. "Do you have something in your throat?"

The blonde rolled his eyes. "No," he replied dryly. "I've been waiting for you to acknowledge my presence."

His new roommate turned to face him. "I was under the impression that if you wanted a conversation, you would have started it yourself."

Jim opened his mouth to retort before closing it thoughtfully. "Fine," he ground out, his temper beginning to get the better of him. "I'm Jim Kirk." He held a hand out to the raven haired young man.

"Spock," the other man replied, shaking Jim's hand briefly. "Have you unpacked your belongings yet?" Jim looked around, his eyes landing on the bin at the foot of his bed with a bag laying on top of it.

"Not really, no," Jim said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. An awkward silence fell between them and Jim, for once in his life, could not think of a topic to start a conversation with. "Uh, what're you majoring in?"

Spock did not look at Jim, making the blonde really wonder what his problem was. "I have not fully thought out what my major degree will be. What is your major degree?"

"It's Jim." Spock raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him, a gesture Jim felt that he would have to become accustomed with. "My name, it's Jim." Jim sighed and rolled his eyes when it was obvious his roommate wasn't getting it. "Call me Jim. And I don't know either. It's a big choice. Then again," he continued. "You don't have to stay in that field for the rest of your life."

Spock nodded. "Indeed. However it is unlikely that I would choose a major in which I had no particular interest." He looked back down at his bag and continued unpacking.

"Geez, how much stuff did you bring?" The raven looked up at him. "I mean, you're reaching fifteen minutes here."

"I have been unpacking my belongings for fourteen point seven one nine three eight minutes. Does this disturb you?"

Jim blinked, once, twice, thrice. "Uh, not really. I was just asking because you have a lot of stuff." Spock nodded, looking back down at what he was unpacking. The blonde stared at him. "Do you need any help with that stuff or something?"

The raven began closing his bag. "I do not require assistance at this time, though I thank you for the offer." He walked over to the shelf where he was going to put his bag.

Jim bit down a laugh when Spock when on his tiptoes to try to reach the shelf. "Do you want me to do it?"

Spock shook his head, his pride preventing him from asking for help. "I am capable to putting my bag on my self." The edge of the bag got onto the edge of the shelf, much to Spock's enjoyment, though when he tried to push it on, the entire bag came down. A tiny frown snuck across Spock's face when the bag fell down into his arms.

"Here," Jim laughed, standing up and walking over to help Spock. None too gently, Jim took the bag from Spock's hands and put it up onto the shelf. "There. If you need to get it, get a step-stool or something," Jim said, trying not to laugh. He didn't look at Spock, knowing that if he did, he would start laughing his head off.

That was why he missed the mini huff Spock did and the raven nearly crossing his arms in annoyance. "Very well then," he finally conceded. "Do you know anyone else at the school?"

Jim half-grinned. "Yeah. I know one of the docs, Leonard McCoy. He's a friend of mine. I helped him through a rough patch recently." He shook his head. "D'you know anyone?"

Spock nodded. "She prefers to be called Uhura."

"WHAT?" Jim yelled, nearly making Spock jump. "YOU KNOW HER TOO?"

The raven nodded cautiously. "Miss Uhura is a good classmate of mine." Jim stared at Spock. "Are you a classmate of hers as well?"

"I've known Uhura since junior high." The blonde crossed his arms. "And yet you seem to know more about her than I do, though I'm pretty sure I've known her longer." He narrowed his eyes at Spock. "How did you do that? I've been trying to learn her first name since I met her."

Spock opened his mouth to speak after a long moment's thought. "Are you the one to which she often refers as extremely flirtatious and incredibly rude and got into a fight with a classmate of her's on the first day you met?" Jim took a minute to go through what his roommate had said before nodding. "Ah. I understand why she has refused to tell you her first name."

Jim frowned before walking out of their room. "I'm going to see Bones, if anyone comes asking for me," he said over his shoulder.

"I presume 'Bones' is Doctor McCoy then," Spock projected after him before returning to his next task: putting all of his belongings into neat areas on his side of the room. He looked around before sighing. This was going to take a bit of creativity.